Page 27 of Happy Hour

I maneuvered myself turning around in his arms.

We stood there facing each other; me without a shirt, his jeans intact with his shirt was open in the front.

The muscles in his stomach flexed and contracted with each labored breath he took. I could tell his resolve was crumbling when he swept his shaking hand across the back of his neck.

It felt as though each of us was daring the other to make the next move.

My eyes met his and I thought I would see love or something resembling the emotions I felt for him but all I saw was the hooded lust burning deep with hunger.

His breathing remained heavy, shit, he was nearly panting as he watched me like I was his prey. And it was impossible to miss the way his hands trembled as they reached for me again.

Letting go of any hesitation I may have had, I lunged for him. Jumping in his arms, his hands immediately flew to my ass as he attacked me, my kiss silencing his guttural moan. We stumbled back against the wall with an animalistic grunt, the drywall cracked against my back but that didn’t stop us.

Driven with want, we seemed to be eagerly searching for the unknown. We weren’t necessarily searching for the same want but we were searching for it with each other.

I kept asking myself what I was doing but I was doing what felt natural to me. It was instinct and adrenaline coming together but there was the familiarity there, assuring me, I was safe with him andhewanted this.

Wewanted this.

My body was on fire, the haze lingering in my head was anchoring me. It was like running blindly through fog, hoping nothing was standing in my way.

Throughout our entire friendship, it was easy to see there was a sexual attraction between the two of us. I always wondered if it was just me. Judging by the camshaft rubbing against me, it wasn’tjustmy imagination. Happy hour had begun and eventually our clothes were all over the place and in pieces, with the exception of his jeans.

It didn’t take long and I was on my back on the king size bed in the middle of the gigantic bedroom. His kisses were frantic, hands were determined just as they were when he was steering a race car. Only now, he was steering me. Pushing, pulling, and dragging my body against his in all the ways he wanted.

In between kissing, he whispered against my lips, “Tell me to stop.” I could feel the hesitation in each move he made. It was evident he wanted this but I could tell he held a certain amount of ambiguity.

He pulled back slightly, his eyes fixed and hooded. “Please,” his voice broke when his breath caught. “Honey...tell me to stop.” Though he was saying this, he didn’t stop. His fingertips ran over my lips searching my eyes for an answer, an answer he didn’t want.

As I said, we’d been like this before but stopped. Stopping now didn’t seem like an option for either of us. But I also I had a feeling this was his way of makingthismy decision.

I didn’t want him to stop. I wanted this just as badly. I always had and now, for the first time, my insecurities surrounding this didn’t matter and I threw myself into it.

“Don’t,” I mumbled pulling him closer, my legs wrapped tightly around his waist. “Please don’t stop.”

He pulled back again, his eyes searching mine and I could see the struggle within as he stilled himself above me, our chests pressed together, moving together with each breath. It was almost as if he was afraid.

There was no going back, we couldn’t take this back and we both knew that. The second he would enter me, he was claiming my body and that had more implications than either of us could understand right now. Sometimes you think you just want a taste, but is a taste ever enough?

I honestly believe no one could have justataste. This went beyond physical attraction. For me, this was bone deep and would never change. With the way I was drawn to Jameson, both frightening and exciting, this couldn’t be just a taste.

“Sway I...” his voice faded, his eyes opening and flashing with something other than the lust we had both been feeling.

“I know,” I said softly. I had no fucking idea what I was agreeing to. I just said “I know” but really what did I know? Then I said, “I want you.”

“I want you too.”

That pretty much sealed the deal for me right there and soon all thoughts were lost on me when he leaned forward and kissed me.

“Oh god...it’s been alongtime.” He moaned.

You and me both buddy.

Jameson broke away for a moment, the clanking of his belt buckle registered, bringing me back to what this was as he pulled his jeans and underwear down and then returned to the bed, pressing his warm naked body against mine.

It was right about then that I realized I was completely naked as well. Took me long enough to realize that—I’d only been that way for the last ten minutes.

I couldn’t see very well, the only light was coming from the bathroom down the hall, but I could seeenoughto know I was in trouble.

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